"Atem, Atem!" The sound of a distant voice echoed in the air around them. He looked around confused and suddenly it all began to warp around him. Terry seated happily beside him with the faintest blush was suddenly miles away and was moving further. The space between grew black as she and the world became encased in a sphere, captured in a bubble that drifted with the breeze. He shouted and reached out to her, confused and panicked when suddenly a sharp jolt had him tumble in to the darkness. Squeezing his eyes shut to avoid whatever hell was beneath he suddenly jolted up and fumbled in his seat. What the fuck?! The blinding light of the sun hit first before the classroom came back in to focus.

"Finally decided to wake up sleeping beauty?" The same female voice from before sighed, with a quick jerk of his head he turned to see Terry standing there with lunch bag in hand. "You fell asleep in class again. C'mon, you promised to have lunch with me. Let's go." She grinned, the same dazzling smile that was brighter than the sun.

Did I just…dream all that up?! But it felt so real! He gaped at her a bit, his cheeks slowly growing red as he recalled the kiss and his confession. "Quit mocking me!" He snapped suddenly and stamped out of the room, leaving a very confused Terry behind. His shoes slapped down the halls with the heavy pound of his steps, the only means of letting loose the pent up frustration in his head. I can't believe that was a fucking dream! I mean c'mon! That's just fucking cruel! The students that littered the hall jumped out of his way, the anger tangible in the air about him. Only the insane or daring would tempt dealing with him and Terry was just-at least the former more so than the latter in his mind.

Terry watched as he left the room, the sudden outburst easily labeled as random and very much confusing. She had been silent at her desk the entire time, though she had been worried about the faces he had been making until he had settled in one position and went deathly still from there. The light rise and fall of his chest was the only indicator he was in fact breathing.

"What happened to him?" Jonouchi scowled at the doorway and Terry only shrugged in response.

"No clue, I'm gonna go find out! See you in class." She left before any protest could be made, maneuvering through the crowded hall with ease. The light clusters of students were nothing in comparison to the congested markets of the other countries. The boisterous shouts of sellers in the bazaar along with the heated and huddled masses under the sun. Personal space was a far off fantasy there, which now seemed like a far off fantasy in comparison to the world she was in now. She actually missed the energy and excitement of it all, though she was grateful for the lack of sweat and odors that odd mingled odors that pervaded those places from time to time.

She quickly weaved through the little spaces with quick 'excuse me's and masterfully evaded collisions until she was headed up the steps and soon bursting on to the roof with a firm push to the bar of the door. There, laying on his back with his head in his hands like always, was Atem. With a slight drop in her shoulders, she sighed and shook her head.

You'd barely recognize anything was up just a moment ago. She sat down next to him and nudged. "Way to just walk ahead!"

"Yeah well, you should've walked faster. Like hell I'mma wait for you all the time! You're not sick anymore." He scowled hard, an attempt to hide whatever blush that dared to rise with the heat in him as he remembered the dream he had. Dammit…now all I want to do is kiss you-no, no you can't! Get a grip, the fuck are you!? A pansy ass school boy or a man!? As he wracked his brain, Terry watched the explosion of expressions that flitted across his face as he curled up and rocked from side to side. She really had no idea what had him so tangled, but she could not deny the humor of it all. Biting back her laughter she focused to the lunch she had brought with her.

"Anyway, you gonna lay there making faces to the sky or are you gonna eat?" She asked, dangling a sandwich above his scrunched up face. Light she flexed at her wrist to wave the neatly wrapped food in front of gaze. When there was a lack of recognition she sighed and plopped it on to his face and started on her won. The sudden drop of something had him jump back to reality, fumbling to catch the food that tumbled down his chest and threatened to fall on to the roof between his legs.

"Oi-oi! The fuck was that for?!" Unfazed she turned to look at him as she bit in to her sandwich with a raised brow.

"Are you going to eat or not?"

"I am I am," the small grumble came back in response as he hid the food away from her. She had made it very clear she would easily enjoy all the food alone if he was not about to partake. She had even gone so far as taking the food away just before the initial bite! He narrowly missed biting his tongue that time.

A small peaceful silence hung between them, the only sound was nature and the occasional rustling of wrappers and things as they made their way through all the food. Looking to the sky he let out a heavy sigh, shoulders drooping noticeably.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She poked at his head for his attention since physical sensation was the only real way to grab his attention. The nudging in the classroom earlier and the drop of the sandwich easily proving this method true.

"Penny?" He raised a brow at this term.

"It's a saying in US," she quickly explained. "A penny is a the smallest amount of currency, not to say it's putting a value on the thoughts…just a saying to express wanting to know what someone's thinking about."

"How are you going to give me a penny? Do you have one? How much is that here?"

"I do have one, but no one actually gives a penny. It's a saying, not a literal pay…though if you want I can give you a penny. You'll have to tell me what you're thinking though. I think it's about 1.03 yen if what I know about the conversion rate is up to date." He frowned a little at the bargain as he mulled it over. He really had no need for a penny, he was not about to hop on a plan to the United States any time soon. Plus, he really had no idea what he would do with a penny since it was meager in the currency as well.

You can't buy anything with that much…so not like there is any use of converting it too. His eyebrows knit together as he debated internally about what to do. Wait, the fuck am I even debating? How the hell am I supposed to tell her what I'm thinking! I may as well just make a fool of myself for free! Like hell I'm gonna tell her what I'm thinking! Bitch is just trying to get another laugh at me! His glare leveled with her as soon as his eyes snapped open and with a huff he turned his back to her with a pout.

"Is that a no to the penny? I didn't mean to insult you honest! I told you it was just a saying! It's not supposed to mean a price on your thoughts!" She stressed, patting him on the shoulder as a means to pacify him.

"Not the issue! Like hell I'm telling you what I'm thinking, its guy shit! The hell would you need to know guy shit like that for?" Terry stared at him silently for a moment as she put all the pieces together.

Something that's just for guys…well that could be a ton of things. Though, I probably should narrow it down to things just guys here would think. Hmm, what would that entail though? He's not too old school…but he does have those social norm moments. Crossing her legs she leaned her weight on to her knees as she leaned closer to him. Atem leaned a little back as she stared at him, his face heating up once again.

"Oi, the fuck you staring at? Hey, hey! The hell are you doing?" He snapped at her in response, but there was no response.

"Something perverted," she suddenly spoke up. "You're thinking of something perverted probably…that or something super embarrassing." His eyes widen at her words. "Well, am I right?" She asked and his face only became redder. "I'm right aren't I?" She grinned proudly as he began to sputter.

Perverted? Perverted, the hell am I thinking or showing it's something perverted!?"Like hell it's something perverted!" He managed to finally say, his voice cracking a bit. Her eyebrows slowly rise with her head as it left her hand that acted as a rest. Her eyes grow as she leaned closer once again and he leaned back. "H-hey, stop that! The fuck is up with you! I told you, it isn't something perverted! Are you listening to me? I said it ain't perverted! You're the perverted on calling me a perve-art!" His hand landed on the plastic wrap of the sandwich and left him to fall backwards and she simply climbed over him on all fours without even a single care.

"For someone who is saying he isn't thinking perverted thoughts…you're quite red and protesting." She said with a Cheshire cat grin. That grin that proved she too had a bit of mischief in her. A grin the struck something in him and had him seeing color. Unable to take this laying down, his hands shot out and tumbled them over so that she was now under him.

"And if I was?" He growled from his chest, his hands pinning her by the wrists.